el anything for

swirling his drink like he was bored of the conversation. Like she was

mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

park, No excitement. I need someo

h syllable tearing through her

ing to him, supported him through his struggles, loved him unco

idn't even look guilty. If a

so surprised. You

wasn't true. Lilly had tried to warn her when she had called, Just two weeks ago, her best friend had shown her pictures from Nathan's social media , smiling wit

hanging around with

decency to deny it. "Let's not make this

e before standing up, brushing imaginary lint off his shirt like this entire conversation had been a mild inconvenience

y. Slowly, she pushed back her chair and walked out onto the busy city street. The night air was crisp, but it did nothing to cool the fire building in her chest. She didn't want to go home. She

g her in. Without a second thought, she stepped inside, letting the heavy bass drown out the pain

onto hers immediately-sharp, assessing, interested. Viva swallowed, her breath catching in her throat. He was effortlessly magnetic, dressed in a fitted black shirt that stretched across his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show strong forearms. His jaw was sharp, his lips curved into the faintest

angerous. Viva let out a breathy laugh. "Something like that". Hi

I don't, she wanted to say. Instead, she met his gaze head-on. "

ender placed in front of her, but before she could take a sip, he leaned in just a fraction closer, his cologne wrappin

ed her glass against his. "Then maybe ton

ion. Viva took it And just like that, she let the night take control, she was a light drinker, and one drink was enough to get her into the right amount of tips

rough the crowd, past the pulsing beats of the music, deeper into the club. H

en lighting. A sleek leather couch sat in the center, a low table with

s presence made her skin tingle, the way his gaze traveled over her like he was drinking her in. She wasn't the kind of woman who did things like this, But tonight, she wanted to be. N

is fingers brushing a loose strand of hair beh

hifted, thick with unspoken tension. She knew where this was going- and she wanted it to go there. Then he closed the distance. His lips brushed against hers, teasing at first, testing. But the mom

slow, intoxicating rhythm, his fingers gripping her hips as if grounding himself in the moment. S

nst her skin-"Then you shouldn't have tasted so good." Her stomach tightened, her breath hitching. Maybe this was crazy. Maybe she'd regret it in the morning. But right now, with

lled with something she had never seen in Nathan's eyes. Want. Lust. Obsession. His hands trailed down her back, palms rough against her so

as his hands roamed further, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid it up, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin, making her arch a

ly have read about, was this real, could a man be this good, he moved like he had mastered her body and knew exactly how it works, His mouth followed, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her collarbone, across her shoulder, until he reached the swell of her breasts. His lips closed over one hardened peak, his tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles that sent pleasure rippling through her. A moan slipped past her lips as he lavished attention on

of pleasure crashing over her. Viva moaned she didn't even know his name, she would have been screaming it so bad, breathless, lost in the sensation of him, the way he held her, the way he worshipped her. "You feel so good," he groaned, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper, craving more. her voice spilled from her lips like a whispered prayer as he drove her

ORNING

t came rushing back. The club. The private lounge. His hands, his mouth, his body worshipping hers like she was the only woman in the world. she had left in the middle of the dead night when he had gone to the bathroom, while she got dressed before he could come back, A stra

re. Just an elegant scrawl that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, forcing a scoff. Dramatic much? With a deep breath, she crumpled the note and tossed it aside. It didn't matter who he was. It didn't matter if she would